Love is a broken glass, both fragile and sharp,
A delicate dance, a journey through the dark.
It shimmers with beauty, a dangerous art,
A masterpiece forged from a wounded heart.
In its beginning, a crystal so clear,
Reflecting our hopes, our dreams held dear.
But over time, it chips and it cracks,
As life’s cruel blows leave their painful tracks.
Each shard a memory, a moment in time,
Love’s jagged pieces, a story sublime.
It cuts us deeply, leaves scars in its wake,
Yet in its fragments, a chance to remake.
Love is a broken glass, a puzzle to mend,
With patience and care, we can heal and transcend.
Though it may hurt us, cause us to bleed,
In its imperfection, we find what we need.
For even shattered, it still can refract,
The light of our souls, the love we attract.
So, handle with care, this delicate thing,
Love is a broken glass, a song we all sing.